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It's like a Frank Capra film here!
Dec. 24th, 2008 12:38 pmTwas the night day before Christmas, and all through the house,
The kitties were resting and dreaming of mouse.
The Gingerbread Hut* was being made with care,
When sudd'nly three noses twitched, at the pong in the air!
The tall one ran out with her hair all amok,
But stopped at the doorway, frozen with shock!
For where a garden should be was a small slurried stream
Of sewage and paper, she let out a scream.
'Not this as well! Oh curse my bad karma!
It's Christmas Eve! I'll never get a plumber!'
It was woe upon woe for this poor tired girl,
She flopped on the sofa and listed them all.
No invoices paid**, so her Christmas largess***
Couldn't even be posted, her accounts were a mess.
The sweet little cat had been sick as a dog,
And now the back garden looked and smelled like a bog.
'Still, it could be worse!' she said with a sigh.
'I have love and good friends, so enough pity pie.'
She got up from the sofa and went for the post
And there on her door was what she needed most!
For dear friends had sent her good will and kind wishes!
And a box from Sofia as yellow as fishes. ****
Inside it, sweet trinkets, fond words and a reminder
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spark_of_chaos that Christmas was where you find her.
As she opened the box, she remembered that truth,
If you seek Christmas Spirit, then your friends are the proof!
She laughed at the monster that let out a sweet ring
(and the fact Bulgarian monsters look like Vikings).
And then there were cards, from so many fave peeps!
Sweet and kindmicolerose , and that smartshu_shu_sleeps
Dearestfrayach and Oh! The belovedferalcheryl ,
Of displaying emotions, our girl was in peril.
And then there were notes from those she kept missing!
This year,snottygrrl , you will meet in person!
Andmeredyth_13 , because she's coming to Melbourne!
(Though not for a few weeks 'cos accountants are hell-born.)
She was so deeply moved, she rang her beloved,
Who said, 'Oh yeah, there's one more, it's on top of the cupboard.'
With minimal eye-rolling, she went quickly hence,
And found heart-warming missives from sweetfrankkincense !
She was so deeply moved that she shed a small tear,
And a few more when lj ate her post, but then it reappeared!
Along withcalanthe_fics's parcel of random,
She looked down on a Christmas that had been built by fandom.
As the kitties stood by, she raised a glass of cheer,
(Thinking one wouldn't hurt before the plumber gets here)
And declared 'Happy Christmas, to ALL you dear souls,
May your stockings be filled high with hope, never coals.'
*Other homes have gingerbread houses. That is because other people are more talented than I am and live in less humid cities. The last one I put together collapsed merrily over the course of Christmas dinner with our friends. It was so spectacular that we Christened it Mawson's Hut. They have requested I repeat the performance this year. Sadists!
It looked like this:
** Theoretically, I have $10,000 to see me through the holidays! Actually I have $550. BASTARDS!
***feralcheryl anddelvino , I have gifts for your bambini (and for you, actually), but they will be posted after Christmas, same for
annes_stuff . Quite a few flist people will be receiving random gifts of oddness at strange times over the next month. A great many Christmas cards will have the same fate. Happily, this year's say Season's Greetings. That season is Twelfth Night, and Chinese New Year. Hurrah!
**** Shush, I am tired. And a wee bit emotional. And therefore less talented than usual. Or, the same. Hush, you!
The kitties were resting and dreaming of mouse.
The Gingerbread Hut* was being made with care,
When sudd'nly three noses twitched, at the pong in the air!
The tall one ran out with her hair all amok,
But stopped at the doorway, frozen with shock!
For where a garden should be was a small slurried stream
Of sewage and paper, she let out a scream.
'Not this as well! Oh curse my bad karma!
It's Christmas Eve! I'll never get a plumber!'
It was woe upon woe for this poor tired girl,
She flopped on the sofa and listed them all.
No invoices paid**, so her Christmas largess***
Couldn't even be posted, her accounts were a mess.
The sweet little cat had been sick as a dog,
And now the back garden looked and smelled like a bog.
'Still, it could be worse!' she said with a sigh.
'I have love and good friends, so enough pity pie.'
She got up from the sofa and went for the post
And there on her door was what she needed most!
For dear friends had sent her good will and kind wishes!
And a box from Sofia as yellow as fishes. ****
Inside it, sweet trinkets, fond words and a reminder
From
spark_of_chaos that Christmas was where you find her.As she opened the box, she remembered that truth,
If you seek Christmas Spirit, then your friends are the proof!
She laughed at the monster that let out a sweet ring
(and the fact Bulgarian monsters look like Vikings).
And then there were cards, from so many fave peeps!
Sweet and kind
micolerose , and that smartshu_shu_sleeps Dearest
frayach and Oh! The belovedferalcheryl ,Of displaying emotions, our girl was in peril.
And then there were notes from those she kept missing!
This year,
snottygrrl , you will meet in person!And
meredyth_13 , because she's coming to Melbourne!(Though not for a few weeks 'cos accountants are hell-born.)
She was so deeply moved, she rang her beloved,
Who said, 'Oh yeah, there's one more, it's on top of the cupboard.'
With minimal eye-rolling, she went quickly hence,
And found heart-warming missives from sweet
frankkincense !She was so deeply moved that she shed a small tear,
And a few more when lj ate her post, but then it reappeared!
Along with
calanthe_fics's parcel of random,She looked down on a Christmas that had been built by fandom.
As the kitties stood by, she raised a glass of cheer,
(Thinking one wouldn't hurt before the plumber gets here)
And declared 'Happy Christmas, to ALL you dear souls,
May your stockings be filled high with hope, never coals.'
*Other homes have gingerbread houses. That is because other people are more talented than I am and live in less humid cities. The last one I put together collapsed merrily over the course of Christmas dinner with our friends. It was so spectacular that we Christened it Mawson's Hut. They have requested I repeat the performance this year. Sadists!
It looked like this:
** Theoretically, I have $10,000 to see me through the holidays! Actually I have $550. BASTARDS!
***
feralcheryl anddelvino , I have gifts for your bambini (and for you, actually), but they will be posted after Christmas, same forannes_stuff . Quite a few flist people will be receiving random gifts of oddness at strange times over the next month. A great many Christmas cards will have the same fate. Happily, this year's say Season's Greetings. That season is Twelfth Night, and Chinese New Year. Hurrah!**** Shush, I am tired. And a wee bit emotional. And therefore less talented than usual. Or, the same. Hush, you!
